Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 758 Operation Arid Soil Part Sixty-Nine

758: Operation Arid Soil : Part Sixty-Nine

758: Operation Arid Soil : Part Sixty-Nine

Ny-Hor might still be managing to maintain his protective cocoon all around himself, but currently, he should be in no state to force move around effectively, so Ir’Houwl manifested red sand behind and to the sides of the living, forming dense walls that would take him some time to get through as she rushed him down directly from the front, scimitars already baring down at him.

The bandaged man’s eye shone with a pale glint, one of his hands, palm against the ground rose up, pulling a sphere watchful vapour out of the sand alongside its motion, the ball was about as wide as a human’s head, and even without the proficiency in the energy, the minor lord could tell that this thing was incredibly dense and pressurised.

‘Not quite as weakened as I thought’ calmly assessed Ir’Houwl as the solar spell, which she would assume to be on par with an apex-level spell, was launched right at her, the thing was so tightly packed together that the instant it left the close care of its caster, it began to move chaotically, following the direction it was thrown in but all the while moving around like caught in a vortex.

The undead was not thrown off by the unpredictable movements of the unstable spell, and managed to dodge it whilst never compromising her momentum, her blades falling down on the living, pushing the kneeling man into the black sand as he caught the blades with his hands, warm blood flowing down his arms as the uneven edges of the stone scimitars tore into his flesh.

And he wasn’t planning on letting go, even as the runes upon the swords shone brightly and red sand was manifested through the blades, grains once again entering into contact with him and draining away at everything that they could, the living’s exertion was so great that blood began flowing from his nose.

Ny-Hor’s grip was firm, but Ir’Houwl still managed to force his arms apart enough for her to smash her knee into his face repeatedly. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The undead paid close attention to what Khasekhemwy was about to do next, but for some reason, he slowed down in his pursuit, that was a rather alarming thing for him to do as it wasn’t immediately why he was doing this.

But it soon became apparent, as he stood firm on one leg, rising the other up, focusing all of his prime vapour into the lower portion of his right leg, and slammed it right into the sphere of watchful vapour, the unstable spell changed shape but did not break as it was further infused with the Prime Ersta’ra’s vapour, turning into a mix of radiant yellow and dim pale blue before it was launched right back to where it had come from, moving through the air at an exceptional speed.

She had not expected different vapours to be capable of melding together so nicely, and had certainly not put any bets on the fact that an unstable spell would be kicked back at her like it was a regular ball, unsummoning both blades that were still firmly in Ny-Hor’s grasp, her undead mind went through the possibilities available to her right this instant.

It made no doubt for the minor lord that the blast radius of this thing would be far too wide for her to totally evade, and she had no clue how to the mixture of prime and watchful vapour would act, she considered just picking up the Watchful Ersta’ra and throwing him at the oncoming projectile, but he definitely knew exactly that this would be an option and had roughly pushed himself into the ground.

So instead, Ir’Houwl had to go with the most obvious option and stepped as far as she could from the sphere’s direction and erected a dome of red sand to shield herself.

Then, the world brightened up.

The pale red glow of Sanguine Undeviginti was momentarily pushed away, replaced by a wide demi-sphere of pure solar radiance and a haze of blue, the blast was loud was carried far into the desert, shaking the area and causing the residents of the capital to erupt in a panic momentarily, but the wave of vapour from both of their Ersta’ra that followed after soothed them down, sign that this had been the work of their combined efforts, and although something that could force them to use such a powerful attack was terrifying, they did not question for even a second that they could be in danger with Khasekhemwy and Ny-Hor around.

“Stand up, old man” the bearded living said, pulling the bandaged living up to his feet, channelling his healing prime vapour through his fellow in the same instant.

“Khasekhemwy, I know that our own vapour can’t hurt us, but I don’t recall us knowing that this effect would carry over if our vapours were mixed…” Ny-Hor cracked his neck, pulling out a piece of bloody meat wrapped up in leaves from his pocket, wolfing it down in an attempt to get back some of what the red sand had taken from him.

“Heheh, what can I say… If even we have no clue if it’s going to work or if it’s possible, how the hell would she have had any idea?

You know… Fool yourself your allies to fool your enemies, or something like that”

“That is demented, but it worked… Or did it?

That lady is pretty tough, and I saw her defending herself before the blast-”

The cloud of sand dust produced by the explosion was cleared, revealing the tall figure of the undead still standing, a portion of her right side had been blasted right off, including parts of skull and a whole arm, both the prime and watchful vapour had infested her dry bones, making the minor lord had an awfully hard time to mend any damage.

“Mmh… That wasn’t it…” she muttered to herself “…This attack was not powerful enough to be the thing”

“What is she babbling about?”

“I have a bad feeling about this…”

“Should we…?” the bearded man was stopped as Ny-Hor placed his arm in the way.

“Don’t get any closer to her, can’t you feel it?

Something is gathering…” it did not take long for the Prime Ersta’ra to take notice as well.

“You have yet to show me what makes you two Ersta’ras… But your teamwork is stellar, I suppose, and you counter me nicely- Truly, the general has seen far ahead”

The minor lord shrugged the one shoulder that was still left around, her sockets focusing directly on the two livings before her.

‘I think I got it now’

“Ierpalam : Siccitas”